At 10 p.m., in an office on the twenty-fourth floor, the lights were still on. The man faced the mountainous pile of work on his desk and handled them thodically, one by one.
For more than half a year, he had been using work to numb himself, trying hard not to pay attention to her news, not to look for her whereabouts. It was as if she had completely disappeared from his world.
Actually, one late night, he got terribly drunk and tried to dial her number, but her original number had already been disconnected. He knew then that his heart should also be thoroughly dead.
He visited the Mu Family’s old house more and more frequently, didn’t communicate with his family, and would lock himself in his room for half a day without coming out.
He drank almost every day, but rarely got drunk because the more he tried to drown his sorrows, the clearer his mind beca, and every little detail about her would be magnified unexpectedly.
"Young Master Qian, it’s already 10 o’clock. Let order so late-night snacks for you." Xiao Ran entered by pushing the door, unable to suppress a yawn. He had recently been struggling to keep up with the crazy overti, but this man seed indestructible, not knowing fatigue, much less rest. Surprisingly, despite having had two stomach bleedings and hospitalizations, he still set up an office desk in the hospital.
The day before yesterday was New Year’s Eve, and he actually spent it in the office. He had given him ti off, but Xiao Ran didn’t feel at ease leaving him alone here, so he didn’t return to his hotown either.
"Order two servings of pork knuckle rice from Li’s." Mu Shuoqian signed his na on a docunt and reached for another, "Once you’ve made the call, you can go rest."
Xiao Ran felt as if he had been granted amnesty. If he continued to overwork like this, he feared he might just drop dead one day.
Li’s was quite far from here, so he paid extra for the delivery service to agree to send the takeout.
When the pork knuckle rice arrived, Mu Shuoqian didn’t eat it but instead put it aside. This was her favorite late-night snack, but he, in fact, didn’t like pork knuckles at all.
Mu Shuoqian was preparing to continue reviewing docunts when the phone placed aside suddenly rang. He originally didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help glancing at it.
His brows furrowed as he imdiately unlocked the screen, and the content of the voice ssage echoed in his ears.
"Young Master Qian, I only learned the details of the task tonight. I wanted to send you a ssage, but there were two people constantly by my side, and I never found the right opportunity. Miss Gu and your child are now in our hands, we’re about to head to North Bridge. If you are quick enough, you should still have ti to get your child back."
Seeing this ssage, Mu Shuoqian couldn’t react for a mont. Miss Gu and your child? Wasn’t their child already gone? She had personally mailed him the abortion papers. Could it be... that report was fake, sothing she did on purpose?
Mu Shuoqian didn’t have ti to ponder too much; he grabbed the car keys beside him and rushed out.
At this mont, his chest was filled with two complex emotions. He knew their child hadn’t been aborted and was still alive and well in this world. The surprise of having what was lost returned made his lips curl in joy, wishing he could fly to his child’s side imdiately.
Their child, a boy or a girl, does he resemble him or her? When was he born? If calculated by the due date, it should have been around the Spring Festival. How tily.
But after the joy, the heavy worry weighed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. Their child was now in the hands of people sent by Qiu Lan. How did Qiu Lan intend to deal with the child? With her hatred for the Gu Family, she might vent all her anger on this child.
Thinking of possible consequences, thinking of the child who was placed in danger before they had even t, a sharp pain radiated from beneath the ribs on his left side.
He got into his car and quickly sent a text ssage: No matter what, the child must be safe. I am willing to exchange everything I have now or even my life. Please, consider it as begging you!
Mu Shuoqian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead, and he stepped hard on the accelerator.
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In the hospital, the two bodyguards outside the ward had not seen the other two co for a long ti. They had an inkling that sothing was amiss. One of them knocked on the door,
anwhile, he slled a whiff of ether in the room.
"Sothing’s wrong, call Mr. Tang quickly."
Tang Tianyou had been entangled with petty matters recently, intending to finish them quickly and accompany Gu Qili at the hospital. But the drinking party continued until 10 p.m. before breaking up, and the host even wanted to drag everyone to a bar. He lied about feeling unwell and left.
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